Before I could finish, Owen's voice, low and menacing, came from behind me. "If you keep talking, I swear I'll take care of you myself."
I froze in fear, "It's fine if you like men, but liking me is a whole different story."
"Why not? Do you have some surprise I don't know about?"
As he spoke, his hand suddenly reached around my waist, tugging at the hem of my thermal underwear, and then his fingers unceremoniously slipped inside.
I felt sweat forming on my forehead in my nervousness. "Please… stop…"
Unmoved, he continued, his fingers lightly pinching my side, with a smirk in his voice, "Soft, isn't it?"
The sensation made my waist tingle uncontrollably, and I couldn't help but clamp my legs together. His hand kept moving, slowly traveling upward…
I could see that as he moved up, my gender was about to be exposed.
A cold sweat broke out on me, and I was trembling slightly.
He paused, his movements stopping abruptly.
"Why so nervous? It's not like I'm a woman or anything," he said casually.
The mention of "woman" made my heart skip a beat. But his tone was so nonchalant; it was as if we were just discussing dinner options at the office—there was no hint of anything unusual in his demeanor.
I tried to reason with him. "Mr. Johansson, I'm sorry. Please, just..."
Before I could finish, I felt a chill at my waist as my soft belly was exposed. Owen's hand was warm as he rubbed my midriff, then he suddenly burst into laughter. "You need to work on this, you know."
I quickly grabbed the blanket, pushing him away with a hint of disdain. "Work? Work on what? By the time I get it right, you'll be long gone."
Fortunately, we managed to get through the day without too much trouble.
The next day, Owen and I went to discuss a project. After the contract was signed, our partner Vincent Clark invited us to unwind.
Typically, collaborators would pick a high-end restaurant and call it a day, but Vincent, unfamiliar with Owen's aversion to women, took us straight to a karaoke bar and even arranged for some beautiful singers to keep us company.
The moment those stunning women saw Owen, they lit up with excitement and surrounded him.
I glanced at Owen's expression and noticed his face turning gloomy, his body shaking slightly. It was clear he was having one of his episodes. If I didn't get him out soon, he'd probably end up throwing up like a mess.